It was 4.17pm today when I realised I had a problem. “I think i’m gonna go to the River Island sale and see what the shoes are like.” I said to my sister-in-law. She texted me back asking why I needed to buy more shoes. “For the 3 weddings i’m going to this summer”, I replied. “What about those black ones I bought you last Christmas that you’ve only worn once” came her reply.
“What black ones?!!” I thought. I racked my brains trying to think of the shoes she’d bought me. And then I remembered. I’d seen them in a boutique at home in County Cork. I’d drooled over them, but being a smalltown boutique I felt they were overpriced for what they were and I somehow, magically, decided not to buy them. Four weeks later and they were in my hands, all wrapped up and pretty! And now, here I was 6 months later and I couldn’t even remember that they belonged to me. I was a shoe traitor.
I blame my addiction somewhat on my favourite choice of tv show as a kid. I’m sure you’ll all remember this.
Margot the ballet slipper was my favourite, FYI.
In the end I didn’t go into River Island. I took a long, hard look at my finances and realised i’d been shopping far too much recently and, rather than buying more, I needed to get rid of lots! (To whit, I’ll be having a blogsale soon, just to see how it goes, so keep your eyes peeled!)
I came home & emptied out my shoes. From the bottom of my wardrobe, from 3 large bags, from a weekend bag and from a large IKEA carrier bag – you know, the ones that are used to carry FURNITURE?
And this, this here, is the damage. Eeeks!